Jessamine
The ride to Aldenwood is a two-day journey. Twelve hours in and I’m already miserable.
Between the scorching sun beating down on me, the saddle bruising my thighs and Kier’s gaze digging into my back, I can’t tell which is the main cause of my abject misery. I forge ahead, taking a swig from my water skin, and I wipe the sweat from my neck, panting.
I nearly fled from the castle in the early hours of this morning. Very nearly. But I decided I would see this to the end, even if Kier no longer has respect or interest in me because of my mother’s roots. I’ve never been one to leave things half way done. I am in no mood to explain that my mother’s choices DO NOT define who I am, and if he rejects me one more because of this, I swear the Moon and Sun Goddess that I will kill him in
